Cacti.
Vintage cigarette cards from the George Arent’s Tobacco Company. Images via the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
Tomorrow I dust off the camera and photograph real cacti!
Cacti.
Vintage cigarette cards from the George Arent’s Tobacco Company. Images via the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
Tomorrow I dust off the camera and photograph real cacti!
Cacti.
Vintage cigarette cards from the George Arent’s Tobacco Company. Images via the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
Tomorrow I dust off the camera and photograph real cacti!
In Phoenix to welcome the New Year. Photo posts will resume soon.
This vintage postcard is from the collections of the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.

In Phoenix to welcome the New Year. Photo posts will resume soon.
This vintage postcard is from the collections of the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
Returning tomorrow to Flagstaff, then leaving almost immediately for this beautiful place. There may be original photos here again … someday soon!
Vintage postcard from the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.

Returning tomorrow to Flagstaff, then leaving almost immediately for this beautiful place. There may be original photos here again … someday soon!
Vintage postcard from the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.

Our annual snowstorm has begun in the gloaming. We are expecting a whopping 2 to 4 inches (or 5 to 10 cm), which will be sufficient to paralyze the city, and more than enough to sate my annual desire for snow.
The image is from a postcard in the collections of the New York Public Library Digital Gallery. The quotation on the card is from a maudlin little poem by James Russell Lowell that you can read here. Have a hanky ready.

Our annual snowstorm has begun in the gloaming. We are expecting a whopping 2 to 4 inches (or 5 to 10 cm), which will be sufficient to paralyze the city, and more than enough to sate my annual desire for snow.
The image is from a postcard in the collections of the New York Public Library Digital Gallery. The quotation on the card is from a maudlin little poem by James Russell Lowell that you can read here. Have a hanky ready.
I used to see and hear nighthawks with some regularity here at Schloss FatChance, but it has been several years since I’ve observed one in the neighborhood. Tonight, just as dusk was closing in, I heard that old familiar sound of a nighthawk on the wing, hunting insects high overhead in the last light. I hope it means they are back to stay.
Image: John James Audubon’s rendering of nighthawks (Chordeiles minor), from Birds of America, 1840. From the New York Public Library Digital Gallery.
You can hear a recording of the common nighthawk’s distinctive peent call by clicking here.